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“The Thrill of Love” at the St James Theatre

The Thrill of Love has newly arrived in London from the New Vic Theatre in Newcastle-under-Lyme. A small admission of bias – I saw (and loved) my first ever play at the beautiful New Vic, so I can’t help feeling proud of it for producing this skilful take on the Ruth Ellis story.

Ellis was, of course, the last woman to be hanged in Britain, in 1955, and the play’s focus is entirely on her – her murdered lover David Blakely doesn’t even make an appearance. She’s a complex character, who loves neither wisely nor well, abused but also admirably independent, with a drink problem and mental instability that makes you question the soundness of her conviction. It’s a dream role that Faye Castelow makes the most of, and the play’s author, Amanda Whittington, unflinchingly recreates Ellis’s milieu – the gentlemen’s clubs that served as seedy ‘trading floors’ for a ‘girl on the up’ with a misplaced sense of stardom (Hilary Tones gives a tremendous performance as the manageress of The Court Club in Duke Street).

As a narrative device, a detective attempts to fathom Ellis’ motivation for the crime. Despite Robert Gwilym’s best endeavours, it’s the weakest link in the show – odd when everything else is so sure-footed. The sound design and original music from James Earls-Davis are superb, and talented director James Dacre provides terrific theatrical moments, including a key scene where Ellis performs a disturbing striptease accompanied by a diagnosis from the prison doctors.

The Thrill of Love is not a documentary, and the most impressive aspect of Whittington’s writing is the space she makes for her own concerns about women and justice, despite the wealth of factual details. While hindsight sees Ellis as a tragic figure, Blakely was clearly a victim too, and this writing is too strong to eulogise his murderer. We hear nothing from the prosecution, but the case for the defence is thrillingly presented.

Until 4 May 2013

www.stjamestheatre.co.uk

Photo by Andrew Billington

Written 4 April 2013 for The London Magazine

“Our Country’s Good” at the St James Theatre

Since its première at the Royal Court in 1988 Timberlake Wertenbaker’s play, Our Country’s Good, has been widely recognised as a modern classic. This production, coming from the show’s original director, Max Stafford-Clark, has a fine pedigree that makes it a revival not to miss.

The story of Australian convicts and their keepers who put on a play is a rich text that works on many levels. It’s easy to see why it has been adopted on to many a school syllabus. To the fore for Stafford-Clark is the theme that theatre has transcendent qualities that can transform its participants.

The hard-labouring cast take on a variety of roles playing prisoners, soldiers and the actors they become when putting on the play. As the lines they perform and different roles they take on become multi-layered, the cast maintains clarity and, under Stafford-Clark’s skilful hand, builds humour and tension.

Special note must go to Ian Redford who seems barely off the stage and makes each of his roles shine. If the play has a lead, it’s Matthew Needham playing Captain Collins, who becomes the director of a company of convicts, learning lessons about himself along the way. Needham brings a directness to the role that ensures its appeal.
Much of the humour in the play comes from theatrical in-jokes, but the play is strongest when it deals with bigger themes such as the plight of the female convicts, scarred by their transportation and forced into prostitution to survive. Wertenbaker’s writing has real bite here, and the performances, especially from Kathryn O’Reilly who plays the formidable Liz Morden, and Lisa Kerr as Duckling Smith, are superb.

At a time when his own excellent company, Out of Joint, is victim to savage cuts in funding, Stafford-Clark has drawn parallels with the current government and the philistinism of the Thatcher-era. Indeed, the transformative power of theatre seems especially important at a time when arts funding is under such pressure, despite the industry’s undoubted success. Our Country’s Good itself could easily serve as an example of how great British theatre can be: a superbly written play with brilliant performances and masterful direction.

Until 23 March 2012

www.stjamestheatre.co.uk

Photo by Robert Workman

Written 5 February 2013 for The London Magazine

“Daddy Long Legs” at the St James Theatre

A new musical version of Jean Webster’s novel is the second production at London’s newest venue, the stylish St James Theatre. Adapted and directed by John Caird, with music and lyrics by Paul Gordon, it’s the story of the Pygmalion transformation of orphan Jerusha Abbott by an anonymous sponsor she nick names Daddy Long Legs. Through letters she’s instructed to write, but to which he never replies, they fall in love. Predictable of course, but this show is so charming you won’t mind leaving your cynicism at the door and simply enjoying yourself.

Set aside any quibbles of this Gigi style adoption and romance between the older ‘daddy’ and his vulnerable dependent. Jerusha is such an appealing heroine, it’s not so much ‘thank heaven for little girls’ – but thank heavens for millionaires. She deserves her chances (and a nine-point plan for an arts education that Mr Gove should take note of). It’s easy to see why Jervis, the lonely beneficial bachelor, falls for her. Perhaps Jervis’ angst at the “little deceit” he perpetrates doesn’t quite convince and the resolution is a tad pat, but by the end you don’t just expect that – you want it. It would be a travesty if things didn’t end happily and it isn’t much of a plot spoiler to put your mind at ease.

Megan McGinnis gives a tremendous performance that ensures you fall in love with her character. Beneath the saccharine is a sharp mind that comments on snobbery and sexism with an ironic sensibility and a superb knack for building the show’s gentle humour. Jervis is less appealing, but Rob Hancock does well to show his character’s vulnerability. This is a tightly acted two-hander with accomplished singing of a sweet score with some delightful lyrics. Bringing the show, and roles they originated with them from America, McGinnis and Hancock are a well-practised team and it shows.

Daddy Long-Legs is unusually, refreshingly, innocent with two bibliophiles courting in old-fashioned style. As Jerusha discovers her emotions, and Jervis becomes some kind of Upper East Side Orlando pasting her letters to his study walls, you can’t help but wish them well. Daddy Long Legs should really be too corny to work but it’s a mark of its greatness that even the most jaded will be won over.

Until 8 December 2012

www.stjamestheatre.co.uk

Photo by Jeanne Tanner

Written 8 November 2012 for The London Magazine